Michael Caylo-Baradi
Horizon
This window of sky
swallows
departures.
You are back.
I avoid
windows
in your
eyes.
I prefer rooms,
measured in
touch,
weathered in
matters
that contain
us,
dark as clouds
patterned
for usual
reign.
Michael Caylo-Baradi
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Horizon
This window of sky
swallows
departures.
You are back.
I avoid
windows
in your
eyes.
I prefer rooms,
measured in
touch,
weathered in
matters
that contain
us,
dark as clouds
patterned
for usual
reign.
Michael Caylo-Baradi